waste not the day, or you may waste the next too

Sunday. I awoke and slowly realised that there was no way I was going to get back my wasted Saturday and my only option was to crawl my way out of bed and set to wasting Sunday with the same intensity.

I had my stress dream last night. In my stress dream, there is always a life threatening emergency and I can't dial the emergency number (000 in Australia) on one of the old rotary dial phones we had when I was a teenager. This time the dream was a slightly different. First it was a mobile phone not an old style dial phone, so it seems even dreams move with the times! Secondly it was a different kind of emergency. A man had assaulted my two younger sister (I do not have younger sisters!) but I had cornered him and had him on the ground with his hands behind his back. I trussed him up with a combination of string and plastic coated wire.I managed this with one hand, my mobile in the other hand! Yes, I am WOMAN!

 I held him face down by sitting on his back and tried to phone the police with one hand while slapping his head with my free hand everytime he moved. I woke before any resolution... I just could not get thae 000 right. I kept hitting the wrong buttons.

I was  a late adopter of a mobile phone. It wasn't until I realised that I could nag from a distance that I embraced the technology. It is a continuing joke in our family that I had a lot of fear of mobile phones for a long time. One of the children's phones would ring and instead of answering the damn thing, I would run through the house going "Your mobile phone, your mobile phone" and thrust it at them, even if they were in the bathroom! The ungrateful children laugh and say they can see me at 94 pushing my wheelie through the house going " your teleporter, your teleporter" or some such technolgy of the time. Heathens. 

The predicted storms did not eventuate last night, thank God. The winds are still pretty strong but not too threatening where we are. The weather should be ok until later in the week when the storms may return.

The Assistant sent me a text and said that SWKK may be taking early pay out and leaving on Dec 12th. I guess she will expect a farewell, but as we are all leaving in a couple of weeks it seems kind of silly. Who gives the farewell to the last person standing? It will be better for us when she goes as she is so bitter and twisted and spreads it with abandon. I think we will cope better in her absence. The Assistant has also noticed that though SWKK is always forcing her food on us that she always politely makes excuses for any food that others bring in. The Assistant says that it is because she can't control the kitchen that it comes from. I never noticed, but it fits the profile.

House mate of Daughter 2 went for a job interview in the city this week. She drove the car of her current employer and had to pay for parking. She has claimed the parking back from her current employer. That alone is terrible, but her current employer is also a charity! Daughter 2 took her to task saying it was fraud and unethical but housemate couldn't see that at all. Why do some people think they are so entitled to go through life doing these things? I can never understand this kind of attitude and the thick skin these people have. The sense of entitlement. I envy them in a way. Mr FD says that is how the rich get richer and the honest stay poor.  

Mr FD is cleaning our ensuite bathroom. It strikes fear in my heart. He likes bleach. HE LOVES BLEACH. I suspect he has shares in a bleach company. It usually means the end of my favourite towels, bathroom mat, and any clothes he wears also. He spread the bleach and then came down to have breakfast, so I had time to sneak back upstairs and get the towels etc out of the room. I can't really say much as this is like a once a year miracle and so I have to tolerate and encourage. I think it is his pay back because I asked him to take down the filter from the fan light as it was so thick with dust I was in fear of fire. So always the taj mahal maker he has decided to nuke the whole bathroom. It will be an all day event, and involve a cast of hundreds. He wont put his tools away at the end either. But the bathroom will be cleaned within an inch of my life.  

The END